|Wandering Through Life|
So, for the first time ever.... I, Shadow, won a game of poker!!!! (Texas Hold Em, to be exact.)
I am so damn proud. Whenever we play poker I lose. And this time, I kicked some major ass.
After three grueling hours it was down to me and my last opponent, I got him to go all in, and kicked his pompous ass with a STRAIGHT FLUSH! (6,7,8,9,10 of clubs) And won 4 dollars. That's right. Count 'em. FOUR big ones!
It was a very exciting night. Not only did I win for the first time, but I whipped my last opponent, Rand (formally RandAll - Deane's brother). He was down in the beginning of the game, then suddenly came back and started to win. If you knew him, he'd be driving you crazy at this point because he's quite cocky and thinks he's the best at everything. He's going on and on about how he's gonna win, he's gonna win it for the boys, it's the boys night, etc etc. Deane had already gone out. My pile was starting to grow again. Then the Stacinator went out. It was between him and me. Manno-eh-Womano. And then..... I SMOKED HIM! It just felt good to beat him so he couldn't act like a jerk and rub it in my face (like usual).
I won gracefully. I shook is hand and said it was a good game (which was true - it was, we both put up a good fight), and he said the same. It took him about 30 seconds to leave because he had to work in the morning. I waited until he was out the door to do my victory dance and congratulate myself with a, "Go me, it's my birthday.. go me it's my birthday! BOO-YA, baby!"
Ah, it just felt SO good.